The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

A little more time, Joe. That’s all we need. I’ve just finished my latest masterpiece- a full recreation of Marie Antoinette! She’s stunning, you’d never suspect that she was a wax figurine. She looks as if she just stepped away from 1788 Versailles. A few more like her, and we’ll have the crowds pounding down our door!

Oh really? What am I supposed to do in the meantime, Mr. Igor? Do a little song and dance for the bank manager? We’re both losing our shirts on this venture, and you know it. I don’t care what kind of displays you’ve got cooked up. People these days are at the nickelodeons, not staring at some dead woman from a hundred years ago! Maybe if you’d done what I asked when we started this thing we wouldn’t be in this pickle.

No! What you asked for is an offense to art! I don’t care what they’re doing in Piccadilly... to take a sculpture and chop off her head, add some fake blood and a guillotine? Would you do the same to Michelangelo’s David? People will appreciate what we’re making here, Joe. This is fine art! We just need a few more months!

We need a few more minutes, that’s all. You’ll see. Our money worries are over.

Joe! The museum! I think it’s on fire!

Of course it’s on fire! This place is insured for ten thousand pounds! That’s more than what we’ve pulled in since we opened! The cops will never suspect anything. We’ll tell them how flammable the wax is... just a little spill at the wrong time in the wrong place. Tragic, really!

You fool! You fool! My life’s work! Help me! Grab that hose, there’s still time to save some of the figures!

The only thing you should be concerned about saving is yourself! Come on, let’s get out of here before the whole place comes down on our heads!

No! You won’t get away with this, Joe!

Then you can burn along with the rest of them!

I guess the wax ones aren’t the only dummies in this room.

Wow. I have to say, Mr. Navi, you’ve got one heck of a studio here!

Please, call me Arthur. And thank you. My father was... very generous with his will. Please, take a seat on that stool over there. You can leave your coat and bag on the hooks by the wall.

Thanks. Should I... I mean... should I put on any makeup? Do you like my dress? I can change, if you want. I brought a spare... but this is my favorite. Unless you think it’s not so great? We can always do this another time, if that’s what you want. Really, it’s okay. I just-

Relax, relax! Everything will be just fine. You look stunning, Miss Gale. In fact, you remind me of Joan of Arc. Strong and beautiful. Now have a seat, and take a deep breath. That will help you to relax.

I’m sorry. I get terribly nervous sometimes!

You’re doing just fine. Say, I’ve got a little something I like to use in these situations. Would you care to try it?

It’s not gin, is it? Because I can’t stand the stuff. It makes me horribly ill. Not that I would drink any, of course!

Oh no, not at all! You’ll find that being a drunk and being a photographer are two mutually exclusive things! My photos would come out all blurry otherwise!

What’s that you’ve got there? It looks like a piece of costume jewelry?

Precisely! So, here is the trick. Focus on this instead of the camera. Pretend that the camera is not even here. Just look at the jewel and ignore the camera. Look at the jewel. Ignore the camera. Look at the jewel.

See? Just look at the jewel, Joan.

If you focus on the jewel, and not the camera, focus on the jewel, you’ll feel much better. much more relaxed. Much more calm. More much relaxed. So very relaxed. Watch the jewel. Watch the jewel. Calm and relaxed. You’re doing so well, Joan. What do you see?

The... jewel...

That’s very good, Joan. You can keep looking at the jewel, and relax. Doing so well, and relaxed. It’s been such a long day, Joan. Such a very long day. You’ve done so well today. Soon you can finish, and relax, and sleep. So tired, after such a long day. So sleepy.

I am feeling... just a little...

Watch the jewel, Joan. Focus on the jewel. Focus on the lights it makes. So pretty, Joan. So relaxing. Don’t take your eyes off of it. Keep watching, and relax. So relaxing. It’s making you very sleepy, Joan. Very, very sleepy. Watch, and relax. Watch, and sleep. So sleepy, Joan. Deep, deep sleep. Sleep. Relax. Sleep.

My eyes... can’t... keep them... can’t...

No, Joan. You can’t. You can’t keep them open. I’m going to count backwards from three, and with each number, you will feel ten times more sleepy than before. Your eyes will be ten times heavier than before. Three, so sleepy. Two, so very, very sleepy. One, deeply asleep.

Yes, my dear. Sleep. Deeply asleep. Your mind is totally asleep, as you listen to my voice, and obey my commands. You must always obey the sound of my voice. Only the sound of my voice. What do you obey, lovely Joan?

Your voice. Only your voice.

Now you will come with me. You will... obey.

Yes. I shall obey.

My dear, beautiful Joan. Kiss me. Kiss me passionately, like a long-lost lover. I am your master, and you will obey me without question!

Yes, Master. I shall obey.

I have to hand it to you, Ivan. I never thought that you’d get this many works up and running this quickly!

Some of them are better than others, to be honest. We need fewer Neanderthals and more gorgeous dames if we’re gonna make a go of it in this town.

I have my assistants working on more displays, Professor. Under my direction they are getting better and better. Ah! But I have chanced upon a new discovery, one which will make the process of creating new displays as easy as setting up a campsite. With your help, Professor, we will be able to dominate the competition no matter how many Neanderthals we exhibit. Behold, the Joan of Arc display!

I’m no expert in wax museums, Ivan, but I think your Joan of Arc exhibit could use a little more Joan of Arc.

Ah, just wait and see. Joan, my dear, you may approach us now.

I present to you... the famous Joan of Arc! Pious, dedicated, brave, clever, and of course, breathtakingly beautiful! Joan, take your place in the display.

Yes, Master. I shall obey.

You see? She is completely immobile! Not a foot, not a hand, not a finger out of place! She will happily remain that way for as long as I wish it. Won’t you, my dear?

Yes, Master. I shall obey.

Having someone pretend to be a wax dummy? Now that’s the craziest thing I’ve ever... say, what’s wrong with her? She looks like she’s in some sort of trance.

She is very deeply hypnotized, yes. She will obey any command I give to her. Including a command to kneel quietly throughout the museum hours, just like this, without movement or complaint.

You’re bats, Igor! What happens when she gets a cramp? An itch? A speck of dust in her nose? They’ll see right through her then! She can’t possibly-

She will ignore those things, unless I instruct her otherwise. Her mind is focused on me like a steel trap, Professor. No thoughts, no feelings, no sensations can tear her away from her assigned task. She will never tire or feel pain. Look here!

Now what do you plan on doing with that?

Simply this, Professor. Now watch!

No pain! No feeling! No thoughts! And should we require it, dear Professor, absolutely no memory of any of this! Perfectly lifelike because she is, indeed, perfectly alive! What wax artist can compete with the real thing?

You’ve gone mad!

Worse yet, Professor! I’ve gone commercial!

Oh look, here comes the Fun Squad.

Ha ha ha. I guess that makes you Public Enemy Number One. Tell me boss, what’s eating you this week? You look like your mother-in-law just moved into the guest bedroom.

What’s eating me this week? The same as last week, Florence. My former star reporter here in my office with no story, as usual. You’re a reporter, did you forget that?

Oh, thanks for the reminder! I thought I was supposed to bring you tea and cookies like every other woman in this place.

At least then I’d be getting results from you.

Who are you, Frank Gilbreth? Listen, I’m about to crack this Joan Gale story wide open. I’ll have you know that just yesterday I spoke to her landlady and talked my way into our girl’s apartment! Just from that alone I’ve got ten new leads. Now turn that burner down and let it simmer for a bit, you’ll get a better chicken that way.

Haven’t you heard the latest? Joan Gale’s back in town. She was never missing at all. Said she went to visit her sister in Peoria. Sorry doll, but somebody already wrote the ending to your story.

Sister? Jim, she doesn’t have any family, I checked! Why, that’s the first place I went looking! Why would she say that?

Who cares?

There’s got to be more to this story, Jim! A secret lover, or... or maybe-

A secret lover? You read too many dime-store novels! I’m not about to go ruin the poor girl’s reputation on a guess! This isn’t the Mirror, Florence! We don’t do that unless there’s a bunch of money in it for us! Now go find me a story about a girl who’s still missing! Or a story about the ducks in the park. Anything with at least three words in it!

Three words! Well, I never! I can think of three words I’d like to say to you right now, Jim!

Sweetheart, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to rain on your parade. You’re not gonna like this, but I’m putting you on a story. My story. Ivan Igor is opening up a new wax museum downtown tomorrow. I want you to cover the opening. Make some friends, get some quotes, keep a lookout for the bigwigs.

A wax museum? Come on, I’d rather be writing about ducks.

You’ll be living next to the ducks if you don’t get your pretty little legs down to that museum and get me a story! Now get out of here! I’m waiting for some little weasel from the Mayor’s office to come down here and yell at me. Out! That’s an order!

Oh, I can’t take another minute of this! How many dummies can one person make, anyway?

I don’t know why I put up with such a Philistine like you! Ivan Igor is a master sculptor. Did you know that he began working in stone, and moved on to wax?

Did you know that I can’t wait to get out of here and do a real story on a real news item? Come on, let’s find this Igor Ivan fellow and get out of here.

She’s so lifelike! I swear, it looks like she’s moving!

Nah, I’ve seen better wax dummies at Madame Tussauds.

Look at her eyes! It’s almost like they’re wet with tears! How can he do that with wax?

Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you my newest masterpiece, Joan of Arc!

Who’s the Rockefeller?

That’s Ivan Igor! He’s here! I can’t believe it! In person!

The beautiful Joan of Arc. The Maid of Orleans! The French, crying out to the Lord to send them a hero, to defend them from the English armies ravaging their countryside. A young woman heeds the call of her God and her country, and leads her people to victory. Here she kneels before you, forever dedicated to her divine mission!

Oh! She looks so lifelike!

That face... Charlotte, that face! I know I’ve seen it before!

Oh, now you’re being silly. Joan of Arc is famous! Of course you would recognize her face. Let’s get closer, maybe we can talk to Mr. Igor himself. Come on!

Ladies! I am honored that you have chosen to attend tonight.

The honor is all ours, Mr. Igor! Your work is simply stunning! Isn’t it, Florence?

It is, Mr. Igor. Tell me, did you have a model for Joan of Arc?

Ah! Such secrets remain in the artist’s head, I’m afraid. My assistants and I rely on historical drawings for the most part. I admit that we also use contemporary photographs and drawings for inspiration. It is the realism that I crave more than anything else, Miss...

Dempsey. Florence Dempsey. And this is my roommate Charlotte.

Charlotte Duncan.

Pleased to meet you both. I...

Miss Duncan, have you ever considered modeling? I have need of models for my exhibits. I can pay very handsomely....

Me? Really? Sit for you? Oh my! I would give anything for the honor! I’ve been studying art at the college and I’ve always admired so much of your work, going all the way back to London! Oh, this is exciting!

Now wait a second, why would you-

Excellent, Miss Duncan! Here is my card. Please contact my assistant, Professor Darcy, to arrange a sitting. I have just the figurine I’d like you to model for. Please do not delay, I would like to begin work as soon as possible.

Mr. Igor, if I could just ask you a few more questions, I could-

I’m afraid I must take my leave. My dears, please enjoy the remainder of your visit.

Oh, wasn’t that wonderful?

Something’s not right here, Charlotte. And I aim to get to the bottom of it.

Well, if we can keep getting nights like this, we’ll be sitting pretty.

I told you, Professor. My plan is flawless. See how they fawned over my latest creation? Now imagine a museum full of Joan of Arcs, all drawing praise and publicity. Now, before we proceed...

Joan, you can move now. Stand up.

Yes, Master.

You will go to your quarters and take a long, hot bath. Your muscles will feel better as soon as they enter the warm, relaxing water. Your mind will remain empty of all thoughts.

I hear and obey, Master.

When you are done with your bath, you will dress in something a little more... comfortable, and you will come to my room. You will obey.

Yes, Master. I shall obey.

Listen, Ivan, I don’t want to sound like a wet blanket, but...

Then don’t. Bring Miss Duncan to me as soon as she contacts you. Do not interfere in any way, Professor, unless you’d like to have your own exhibit in my museum. Understood?

Un... under... understood.

Good.

That’s the craziest idea I’ve ever heard, and I’ve heard all of your ideas.

I know what I saw, Jim! That figure had the same face as Joan Gale. You know, the missing girl who’s gone missing again?

So he saw a photo of her! Or it’s a coincidence! Look, all I asked you for was a simple article about a nice English guy who makes wax dummies. Can you do that for me, honey?

What photo? We never ran the story! No one else ran a story! Where would he even begin to know about her? It was a dead ringer, Jim. I swear on my mother’s grave!

Aw gimme a break, your mother lives in Trenton!

This is big, Jim. You can have your story on the wax museum opening. Three pages, single-spaced. But I’m not going to let this Gale case go. I’m getting to the bottom of this whether you like it or not!

Fine. Fine! But I expect a story this time, Nellie Bly! Or you’ll be manning a switchboard by the end of the week. Got it?

You can count on me, chief.

Not likely.

What happened to Joan of Arc?

Come again?

Joan of Arc! She was right here the other day... all of the other figures are still in place. What happened to her? Oh, I hope she wasn’t damaged by all of those people the other night!

She... Ivan has her placed into storage each night for safekeeping. She is his masterpiece, you understand. He looks after her like... a man might look after a lover.

Well! If only a man would take such an interest in me! Clark Gable can lock me in a closet any-

Welcome, Miss Duncan! I am so glad that you could join us!

And I’m so glad that you want me to model for you, Mister Igor! Shall we get started?

Yes, indeed. Professor, please, you may take your leave of us.

Of course, Ivan. Miss Duncan.

Now let me show you my creation. Here, stand before this mirror for a moment.

Okay, now what?

Now, I want you to please put this locket around your neck.

It’s beautiful! Why, it must be worth a fortune!

Oh, if only! Imagine the museum I could build with that wealth and power! Imagine having that much wealth and power, Charlotte. Imagine if you truly were Marie Antoinette, with all of that power, money, and beauty. As beautiful as the locket you are wearing. Can you imagine it?

Well, I certainly wouldn’t want to end up like her!

But you wouldn’t, my dear Charlotte, would you?

Can you imagine it? Just imagine it, my dear. It’s easy if you know how. Simply empty your mind of all thoughts. Focus on the pretty locket. Imagine wearing it as the Queen of France. Beautiful, powerful. Empty your mind, and focus on the locket.

It’s... it’s so...

Yes, Charlotte. It’s so beautiful. Look into the mirror, and watch yourself transform, as you stare at the pretty, pretty pendant. Listen to my voice. Only my voice, Charlotte. See only the pendant. Hear only my voice.

Locket... voice... yes...

Your eyes are getting very heavy, Charlotte. You need to close them, and rest. Rest. So very tired. Rest. Rest and dream of being queen. Rest, and sleep. Deep, deep sleep. Listen to my voice, and sleep. Your eyes are so, so heavy.

That’s it, my dear. Sleep. Sleep. All your thoughts are fading away. There is only my voice, and the locket. Can you hear my voice?

Yes. Only your voice.

Very good, my dear. Now, you are wearing Queen Antoinette’s locket. Do you know what that means?

I... I don’t...

Shhhh. Sleeeeep. Deeply asleep. Hearing only my voice. It means that you are the Queen. You are Queen Antoinette. The one and only. Your name is Marie Antoinette.

Nods.

My name is Marie Antoinette.

You will believe that you are Marie Antoinette, the Queen of France. You will believe this with your mind, body, and soul. Repeat.

I will believe that I am Marie Antoinette. With my... my...

With your mind, body, and soul. Say it!

With my mind, body, and soul.

Good. Now come with me, my Queen.

Yes.

Hello? I... Charlotte, I’ve been worried sick about you! You didn’t tell me you were going to be out all night! Where are you?

I have some wonderful news, Florence. Mr. Igor has invited me to travel to Europe. I’ll be departing on the Queen Mary tomorrow morning.

Europe! Well, this is sudden! But... won’t you need your clothes? Your shoes? Aren’t you going to come home and pack?

I... I... don’t need... to come home to the apartment. Yes, everything is fine. Mr. Igor took me shopping this afternoon to buy new clothes and a suitcase. He is very kind. I am in good hands.

Yes, but Charlotte...

I must go now, Florence. I will send you plenty of postcards. Good night.

Char... hello? Hello?

Operator? Get me the editorial office of the Daily Telegraph.

Very good, my beautiful queen. You’ve done very well.

Yes, Master.

When I snap my fingers, you will see me as your handsome king. You are madly in love with me, Queen Antoinette. We have a storybook romance together, you and I. You desire me like no other man. Is that clear, my dear?

Yes, Master. Very clear.

Joan, be a good girl and remove your clothes.

Yes, Master. I shall obey.

One, two, three.

Oh, Louis! How I have waited for this very moment!

Then come to me, my Queen. Let us make this a night to remember.

Okay Jim. You want a big story? I’ll get you a big story. I’ll get you a story so big it’ll be the first thing you couldn’t fit in your big, fat... oh, here we go.

No Joan. What a surprise. I know you’re up to something, Ivan Igor. And I’m going to prove it!

You’re burning the midnight oil, aren’t you?

That makes two of us, Edith. Say, why don’t you go on home? Your husband is going to starve to death if you keep working so late.

It’ll do him some good. He could stand to lose a few pounds. Hey, a phone call came in for you. It’s from Florence.

Oh, great. What is our star reporter up to now?

All the message said is “You’re going to get that Joan Gale story from me after all. See you at the wax museum.”

You gotta be kidding me. Of all the... say, listen, before you go, call Sergeant McKenzie down at the precinct, tell him to send a squad car over to that wax museum.

Okay, but it’s your funeral.

It’ll be hers, if she’s not careful!

So this is where the magic happens, huh? For a wax museum full of sculptures, there doesn’t seem to be a whole lot going on here. Oh, I wish I’d brought my Brownie along with me!

Whew! This place sure could stand to use a woman’s touch! Now what do we have here... sales figures, wax shipments, assistant salaries... tools... why, all of this is from years ago? Didn’t Ivan say that he had assistants working for him?

It’s still current... this is the latest volume, only he hasn’t paid for any wax or materials or assistants in over a year! How is he making new statutes if...

Hypnotism, that’s how!

Look out! I’ve got a gun and I know how to use it!

You have a gun? Good. Now hear me out, little lady. I hear you’ve got it in good with the press. Have I got a story for you! You see, these figures aren’t sculptures at all, they’re real people! Under a hypnotic compulsion! Igor is kidnapping them and forcing them to be in his sick little wax show.

That’s ridiculous! Mesmerism doesn’t work like that, mister...

Darcy’s the name. Professor Darcy. Look, I can give you all of the evidence you need to blow this story wide open. For the right price, that is. The old fool is up in his bedroom with two of his girls, he’ll never know what we’ve been up to here. You can have everything for three grand. That’s my final offer.

Three grand! Why don’t you ask for the Hope Diamond while you’re at it? I’ve got half a mind to turn you over to the police just as you are.

That will not be necessary, my dear.

I should have known that you would betray me eventually, Professor. Fortunately, my beautiful queen suggested that we come check on you.

Our subjects have been deceitful, my king!

Char... Charlotte? Is that you? Why in heaven’s name are you dressed like that? Charlotte!

He’s got her mesmerized! I saw it myself! Now look here old man, I’m taking the dame and I’m walking out of here, see?

You may try, Professor! Now, my queen, recall the powers that your status have granted you. Take care of our petulant subject while I deal with this threat to our kingdom!

Yes, Master. I shall obey.

Okay, you asked for it, old man!

Die! Die, you fool!

Do you think I feel pain, Professor? I do not! I have been through more pain than you could ever imagine... up until this moment, that is!

Get away from me, you monster! Get back, get back! Get back!

Please! You can have the girl and everything! Just let me go!

Have I ever told you, Professor Darcy, of your stunning resemblance to Sherlock Holmes?

Charlotte! Snap out of it! Charlotte, it’s me! Your friend! Your roommate!

I am your Queen! Now look into my eyes!

This is ridiculous! Charlotte, listen to me! He’s got you under some kind of spell! He’s made you think that you’re the Queen of France! Snap out of it!

Foolish girl! Look into my eyes! I command you!

I can’t... Charlotte, please!

You will do as I say, peasant! Look into my eyes!

What are you talking about? What about your... eyes...

That’s it, my dear. You are completely in my power. I am an all-powerful monarch, and you cannot resist my will! It is impossible to look away. Look into my eyes, and obey!

Your... eyes...

Look, and obey. Look, and obey. Obey. Into my eyes, and obey.

O... obey? Nnnnooo... Charlotte, you... you can’t...

I am the Queen of France, and you are my subject! Now, obey me!

Look deep into my eyes, peasant. Look, and obey. Look into them. Deep. Deeper.

Deeper, Miss Dempsey. The deepest, deepest sleep. A place where your free will no longer exists, where you must obey every command you are given. The life of a servant girl, a subject of the mighty Queen Antoinette. Rest, Miss Dempsey. Rest, and awaken to your new life.

I am a sssservant... girl... I musssst... must obey.

Who are you, my dear?

I am a servant girl. I must obey.

Yes, you shall. Yes my dear, you shall. Come, my queen. Let us instruct our newest subject in the ways of our kingdom.

Yes, Master.

And that was that. I had a bad feeling about Professor Darcy from the moment I met him at that opening night event.

What a sick lunatic! Kidnapping those poor girls and covering them with wax to make them into mannequins! They must have died horribly!

Well at least he got a taste of his own medicine. I can’t imagine what he would have done to me or Charlotte or Joan if Ivan hadn’t been there to save us.

Sometimes, Florence, I’d prefer you as a wax dummy. At least then you’d finally shut up!

Oh, the lost Marx Brother! You’re a real vaudeville star, Jim. I don’t see you complaining about my lead story, now do I? Let that be a lesson to you. Never tell a girl what she can’t do, Jim. You’ll only make her do it even better.

So if I tell you to get out of my office?

Exactly. See? What did I tell you? I’m taking a leave of absence for a few months to join Charlotte in Europe. She’s traveling around as a model and invited me to join her. So I’ll be out of your hair for a while.

But... Florence! You can’t just disappear now! You’re the hottest reporter in town! I can think of ten stories I want you on!

I am the hottest reporter in town. And there’s only one story I want to be on.

There’s more of that waiting for you when I get back.

I... you... but...

The words you’re looking for are Ôbon voyage,’ love.

Bon... I... whew. What a dame!

You see, Lord Roth, your investment has already begun to pay for itself. These crowds have followed me throughout Europe. They’ll come, and their friends will come, and their friends will come. There’s no telling how much you may make!

Well, just as long as we can keep the newspapers out of the way. Dreadful business with what happened in Milan. Why would anyone accuse you of being a kidnapper, of all things?

Lord Roth, I have been accused of many things by many people. It’s the jealousy that gets them, you see. In New York, my own assistant so desperately wanted to match me that he resorted to attempted murder! I’m sure that the police will find the missing woman soon enough. Now, enough of that! Let me show you some of my newest works!

See here! Helen of Troy, the most beautiful woman on Earth, the face that launched a thousand ships. I think I captured her eyes especially well, don’t you?

They’re beautiful. So lifelike!

I’m sure that you’ll recognize Sherlock Holmes, the famous detective.

Hmm. I’m not an artist, sir, but why did you choose to make him look so anguished? Surely our greatest detective could stand to be more confident, not fearful!

Ah, but the display! It is not finished yet, so I can see your confusion. Yes, he is about to engage in a pitched battle with Professor Moriarty atop Reichenbach Falls! I am still working on his counterpart, but all is going well.

Well, as long as it is finished before the opening, I suppose.

Indeed, Lord Roth! Now, here we have Lucrezia Borgia, the Italian beauty at the center of intrigue in 15th century Italy. My newest sculpture, in fact. I’m very proud of it. They say you cannot produce work while touring, but...

Yes, so I’ve heard. Oh! What have we here?

Ah, one of my favorites. You may not have heard of her, Lord Roth, but she’s well known in New York. Nellie Bly, the famous reporter, who traveled around the world and made headlines everywhere she went. This was one of my most difficult works to execute.

Yes, but... ahem... she’s barely dressed!

She is undercover in a psychiatric hospital. you see. A beautiful young woman, reduced to being leered at by staff and patients alike. Will she persevere? Will she escape? Of course, we know the ending. Do you like it?

Not really my taste, I’m afraid.

But the public demands it.

I suppose they do! Well, I’m afraid I must take my leave. There’s a building dedication in Hammersmith that I simply must attend to. Wednesday evening it is, then?

You have my word, Lord Roth. All will be ready!

Yes, well.

My queen, you may approach.

Yes, Master. What is your command?

We still need a Professor Moriarty! And a Cleopatra! I’m afraid we have much work to do tonight! You’re going to go on a very special mission for me this evening, my lovely companion.

Yes, Master. I shall obey.

Yes, you shall. You shall indeed.